Hans Christian Andersen

To move, to breathe, to fly, to float, to gain all while you give. To roam the roads of lands remote, to travel is to live.

Every man's life is a fairy tale written by God's fingers.

Her tender feet felt as if cut with sharp knives, but she cared not for it; a sharper pang had pierced through her heart.

Enjoy life. Theres plenty of time to be dead.

To move, to breathe, to fly, to float; to gain all while you give; to roam the roads of lands remote; to travel is to live.

Being born in a duck yard does not matter if only you are hatched from a swans egg.

We crossed spacious streets with building resembling palaces in La Rambla promenade the shops were well illuminated and there was movement and life I did not decide to go to sleep even though I wished to so I could rise early and contemplate in daylight this city unknown to me Barcelona capital of Catalonia.

But a mermaid has no tears, and therefore she suffers so much more.

Just living is not enough. One must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower.

His own image; no longer a dark, gray bird, ugly and disagreeable to look at, but a graceful and beautiful swan. To be born in a duck's nest, in a farmyard, is of no consequence to a bird, if it is hatched from a swan's egg.

Travelling expands the mind rarely.

Life is like a beautiful melody, only the lyrics are messed up.

A mermaid has not an immortal soul, nor can she obtain one unless she wins the love of a human being. On the power of another hangs her eternal destiny.

Most of the people who will walk after me will be children, so make the beat keep time with short steps.

To travel is to live.

To move, to breathe, to fly, to float, to gain all while you give, to roam the roads of lands remote, to travel is to live.

Where words fail, music speaks.

Every mans life is a fairy tale written by Gods fingers.

A human life is a story told by God.

My life is a lovely story, happy and full of incident.

Just living is not enough,' said the butterfly. 'One must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower.

Life itself is the most wonderful fairy tale.

Traveling expands the mind rarely.